Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.